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Rows by rows, headless statues resonating. This ceremony of cement

resembles our thirst for humanity and feeling. My blind eye: the offspring

of man.

The modern theory for viability, translucent from the eyes of command.

This pattern in sound : the offspring of time. The modern theory for

viability, translucent from the eyes of command.

Imprisonment for the common man. Downgraded psychology. A lesser

fate for heaven. The  tentacles of control and visibility strangle hope and

rape freedom.



Rows by rows, headless statues amalgamate. Part the mind of conclusive

renaissance, and march as one

as one towards the breathing mountain of mirrors. Atmospheric venom

stains our sky with the preterition of tranquillity combined with the souls of

the stillborn. My blind eye: a orator for ink. This pattern in blood: the

offspring of.

Offspring of time, take my lead. Offspring of time, take my lead. Offspring

of time. Child.  Imprisonment for the common man. Downgraded

psychology. A lesser fate for heaven. The Offspring of time.